(above photo is of my brother and myself at the Dunes in Los osos.)
Being the creative director of a small studio is kind of like being a child with a never ending toy chest at his disposal. I get to come to work each day and dream up new ways of bringing something new and exciting to the world. Being that I have always been a bit of a dreamer this path must have been designed in some divine fashion from the get go. As a child I spent countless hours trying to craft wings that would get me off the ground. knowing nothing of aeronautics this was of course not successful. thankfully I was just as content mind-flying or I would have seriously hurt myself
Lets just say that jumping off a two story porch with a garbage bag for a parachute is not the best way to tap into ones creative side. Thankfully children bounce.
Now that I am much older then that young boy I can say for certainty that I do not bounce anymore, physically or mentally. Instead of arming myself with wooden swords I now arm myself with a myriad of badges of triumphs, consequences, and of course my trusted failures. The later being the most important, or right up there anyway. Somehow along the way I learned that just because you fall on your face it doesn’t mean that its time to throw in the towel. Brush yourself off and take another leap off that porch. If the one bag didn’t work, then tape two together. If that doesn’t do the trick then try wings fashioned from plywood, and if still nothing then find something else that captures your attention like sliding down the steps inside of a large refrigerator box (this also ended with a lot of bouncing if I recall).
Throughout the rest of my life I have tried countless ways of getting off the ground. I began to race BMX, this led into motorcross, somewhere in there came and went rollerblading, snowboarding, skating, and other sports that would propel me off the ground and into the air. This was all well and good until I landed fairly hard on solid ground as an adult. adults DO NOT bounce, we break.
Again, dusting myself off and trying again took me through a good 30 years of searching for flight. My brother and I are very similar in this way. very driven and stubborn (my brother more so). Each of us had some rocky twistes and tuns along the way and some how managed to both come out with loving families and successful endeavors.
so here is to all the frequant flyers, never stop reaching for the sky, if gravity keeps pulling you down then find new and improved ways to catapult you to the heights that beckon….and above all never stop dreaming.
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